This is my first writing, just wanted to clarify. Plus english is not my first language. Also Canon is not relevant for my mc's storyline
That voice took me out of my thoughts. I didn't have to look at him to know who he was, but it was useless to resist looking up. I could never stop wanting to count those freckles or draw constellations with them, but that won't matter in a few weeks. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for you, like everyone else." "Why are you hiding?" Everyone? I shouldn't even be surprised that rumours here fly faster than those of any quidditch player in Hogwarts; at least I know why he seems so concerned.
"Who says I'm hiding?" "You make it sound like I've been avoiding you for months."
"You were the one who told Rowan to back off when they were telling you something about your family just before storming out." Well, shit, if it weren't for the fact that he called those people my family, I would be more insulted that he thought that was something to be worried about.
"First off, it's not the first time I tell someone to back off when they talk about my relatives, and second, I can be way more dramatic than that."
"True, but we are talking about Rowan, Opaleye, we are talking about your soulmate."
I didn't even notice when he got this close. He wanted the truth, a truth that I can't share no matter how much I want to; I can't let my situation affect him.
"I guess you have a point there; they were getting over my nerves about something, that's all."
"What did your family do now?"
I still can't decide if I found it adorable that in his mind there's no other way to call people you share blood with but family, or just a beautifully aching way to remember how different his family is from mine and how similar it used to be.
"Nothing I can't handle; therefor none of your business." That came out way more bitter than I expected.
"So they did something to you."
"Don't start trying to make it your business; I don't want you to get in the middle of this," saying that won't stop him. If I can presume something about Charlie Weasley, it's how far he will go just to make sure someone he appreciates is fine, no matter the consequences that could bring him, and that single thought scares me to death.
"Okay, I just don't get why you insist on staying in that place."
Why did he keep pushing that button?Every time since the 5th grade, something happens, and his answer is always to blame my relatives. Well, he has a point most of the time, including this one, but it's still none of his business.
"Don't start with that either."
"No, really, all of us offered you to stay in our places, so you can leave those horrible people."
"I already told you, I'm not leaving my dad; I don't give a shit if you don't get how he was the only stable thing in my life since everything started going down." I can already feel the tears falling down my cheek. "I get why you feel the way you do about them, but talking about my father, my brother, and my cousins for me makes it quite difficult to hate someone who has only shown me love."
I dried my eyes before he had the opportunity to move his hand closer to my face
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," stupid guilt, why couldn't I be as indifferent with this stuff as other times or with other people?
"I know, Charlie, I know, you never do. "It's my fault sometimes; it's inevitable when you don't know some things."
"Can you help me understand, then?"
He's looking at me like that again, making it impossible not to feel vulnerable, yet the way he cupped my face just makes my heart melt, I know he knows what he's doing. He knows I can't say no that way.
So I just did it. Once I found it in my pocket, I handed him the shiny piece of jewelry. I swear he was about to fall when he saw the ring on his palm. The silence started being the loudest thing I've heard in my life, and the seconds were passing like hours until he stood up.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" "Cam, this is not the kind of thing you keep to yourself."
"I know, that's why I told Ro, don't look at me like that, but it's not as bad as it seems."
"Since when?" It felt so wrong that he was talking to the ring and not me. I guess it is better if he doesn't look at me as frustrated as he seems to be.
"Christmas break, met the guy the same night."
I didn't know what to do when he threw the ring from the astronomy tower, it's true that I don't want it, but if I want to be alive after the graduation, I needed it.
"Look, I don't care if you don't want to, but you are staying at the burrow until you can find your own place, or until I convince you to go to Romania; the point is keeping you away from that place."
"Except that I won't." I don't know if I stood up out of pride or confusion, the only thing I know is that he won't solve my problems.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because I fucking love you!"
And the silence took place again, and it wasn't until he got closer that I noticed I was holding my breath.
"I love you so much that it fucking kills me to see you in this situation, and you're not giving a shit." "I want to be the first one you think of when you are in trouble."
"I started already, let me finish."
"I want to fall asleep with you in my arms every night and wake up every morning the same way; I want to live and recreate every scene you ask me to in those romance novels you seem to like; I love you so much that sometimes I just want to grab and hide you from the rest of the world just to keep you safe."
"Please let me love you."
The same second the phrase was finished was the one my body collided with his; the more he talked, the necessity of being in his arms grew.
He wasn't ready for that reaction, but the moment he held me meant everything to me. It was all the proof I needed to be sure it wasn't a dream.
How can he not be mad at me? Why is he holding me and petting my hair? It doesn't matter; I've learned to enjoy the good moments without asking questions. But I couldn't fight that urge, not now.
"I love you so much, Opaleye. I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."
"I love you too," I said, looking at him with some of the courage he thought of me, "as much as my mum would have wanted me to be in love with anyone."
"Then why do you keep making excuses?"
"Because I'm scared, it will take some time for my dad to accept it, but I know he will end up loving you. My brother would be the first one to congratulate us for going against the Mortem values, and well, my cousins don't hate you, and I'm almost sure Apollo likes you." But Polaria and Octavius on the other hand, I'm terrified of what they are capable of.
"We are going to be fine."
